In love with the ghost king

"Forget it, I'm fine." Zhu Ke pinched a sobering formula, patted his face and said, "I guess now that the hall is worshiped and the bridal chamber is also entered, we go to the ghost king to ask for someone, he can't say anything .”

"Guest officers, the master asked you, can you give up this seat?" Xiaoer asked with a flattering face, nodding and bowing.

Everyone looked in the direction of his finger, and saw a man in a black gown standing in the distance, followed by a few attendants. Seeing that Chu Sheng and the others didn't move after hearing what he said, they couldn't help frowning and walking around Come forward: "I want this seat, you guys go."

He downplayed it, as if chasing a few flies away.

There was a whisper from the side: "Master Meng Fei is here again?"

Hearing about Zhu Ke just now, Chi Qian's heart was suffocated, Meng Fei caught up with him, whoever he is, he drew his sword and raised his voice, "Master should at least know how to come first, first come first."

Hearing this, Meng Fei smiled and closed the fan in his hand: "First come, first served? I just come first, first served."

"Let you go, why are you still talking here?" A ghost next to him got impatient, reached out and drew the sword at his waist, and pointed at the people opposite.

"Let you go by yourself, if you don't go, you will be chased away..." At this point, Meng Fei's pupils suddenly widened, he flicked his sleeves, stomped his feet, turned around and was about to leave, as if he had seen a ghost—although There are ghosts everywhere.

"Master Hou, don't you listen to the music? Hey..."

The little ghost who drew his sword just now was very embarrassed. He didn't take it back, and he didn't take it back. He just held an unsheathed sword, turned around and followed step by step, but who knows, his Lord Hou walked halfway, and suddenly He paused, turned around, and walked back with a livid face.

Then he said bluntly to the waiter at the side: "I will pay for the wine on this table."

As soon as he stretched out his hand, the person next to him immediately offered a stack of paper money. Meng Fei waved his hand and handed it to the waiter next to him. It will be returned together.”

As soon as the words fell, Meng Fei left the place as if fleeing.

Everyone else was stunned by this joke, and the waiter was even more terrified. He took the money from Meng Fei tremblingly, swallowed two mouthfuls of saliva, and repeatedly confirmed that it was true and that he was not dreaming.

You know, usually when this Lord Meng came, as long as he didn't turn the whole restaurant upside down, he would be absolutely benevolent and in a good mood.

So much so that he has worked here for so many years, the second time he received money from Lord Menghou—the first time was when the ghost king happened to bump into him here to do his best, and he just said "pay the money" lightly, and called Hou The master knelt on the ground with a livid face, immediately admitted his mistake, and even paid several times more money.

"Why is this person like this?" Chi Qing angrily withdrew his sword, not knowing why.

Bai Dong has been eating since just now, he is eating very slowly and politely, but he has been eating all the time, just happened to block his mouth.At this moment, he put down his chopsticks indifferently, stood up and said, "Maybe it's because of my conscience."

It seemed that the farce just now had nothing to do with him.

He said softly: "Aren't you going to find Song Qi, let's go." Just listen carefully, you can see the unnaturalness in his voice, as if trying to hold back something.

Chi Qing took a peek at Zhu Ke, and after experiencing the farce just now, the sadness in everyone's hearts suddenly disappeared. Since Zhu Ke didn't want others to mention it, he naturally wouldn't touch others' sad things, so he said: "The matter It's not too late, let's go first."

So the five of them, under the surprised eyes of all the ghosts, swaggered down three floors, walked out the door again swaggeringly, and then swaggered and asked the pretty female ghost at the door—where is the residence of the ghost king.

A group of people went to the palace of the ghost king in a mighty manner.

"I thought the restaurant just now was luxurious enough, but I didn't expect that the Palace of the Ghost King is so magnificent!"

Looking at the palace in front of him, Chi Qian couldn't help admiring.

Chu Sheng rubbed his temples, thinking that he would see Meng Jing soon, he couldn't help but feel nervous.

They explained their purpose to the ghost at the door, and they thought it would take some trouble, but after hearing what they said, the two ghosts at the door were very happy and brought them directly to the ghost king.

In the palace, Meng Jing was still sitting on the couch in snowy white clothes, with cold white slender fingers casually resting on the side, looking very lazy, with white boots crossed, lazily resting on the couch.

He didn't change his face this time, he still looked like he left the Southern Kingdom Imperial City.

Seeing them coming, he lazily raised his eyelids: "What's the matter?"

"Master Ah Jing?" Chi Qian was very surprised, just as he was about to take two steps forward, he was stopped by two soldiers in the audience, Chi Qian was very excited and said, "Since it is Mr. Ah Jing, then everything is easy to talk about. "

Chi Qing's face was serious, and he pulled back the reckless Chi Qian.

"What are you doing?" Chi Qian muttered in a low voice, dissatisfied.

Chi Qing reminded: "He is the ghost king."

Hearing this, Chi Qian stopped talking, took a few steps back silently, and raised his head to look at Meng Jing who was on the couch. He was the king of ghosts, the king of ghosts who was in charge of everything in this world.

When the commotion below subsided, Meng Jing pursed his lips, asked again sarcastically, and said with a smile, "What's the matter here?"

It really doesn't look like they're ready to recognize each other.

With a straight face, Chi took two steps forward, bowed upright, and said, "Hello, Your Excellency, Ghost King. We are here to ask you for someone—Mr. Song Qi."

"He." Meng Jing put his feet down and stared at them seriously, with an interesting look, "No."

Looking into Meng Jing's eyes, Chi Qing didn't panic at all: "His family came to let us look for him. I guess Song Qi didn't die willingly, did he?"

Meng Jing laughed lowly, and looked at them with his face in his hands. There seemed to be thousands of amorous feelings in his eyes: "Here, I married the woman he wanted for him, and wanted him to have a broken shell and a life. what is the problem?"